photo courtesy of Wing Tat YeongIt was a relationship at least one year in the making, soaked in alcohol and delayed by a couple people she wanted to date before she decided that I'd be good enough. I had my own issues too though, I felt like we were perfect for each other and I was willing to wait forever... I also had cancer, on my neck (it's gone now) and I didn't want her to have to deal with that.
It was Halloween night, neither of us were dressing up and we were at The Cutting Room one of my favorite bars (at the time) in New York City. I've actually heard that it's closed now, but the website proves otherwise. So we were those guys, the ones dressed normally on a night when all the girls were sluts for Halloween, there were enough sexy nurses, sexy cats and sexy axe murders to make a gentleman such as myself roll his eyes. YOU'RE TRYING TOO HARD! Repression leads to activities that often lead to regret, which more often than not leads to suicide. Which only really deals with you, so go ahead, be Avril Levigne circa 2003 minus the bra and I'll be sure at some point in the night to put the tie between my teeth and be that guy and take that picture. Seriously women, you want our attention, walk around with a feather all night, when people ask what you are, tell them that you're a fluffer, who works on a porn set. The attention earned will be exactly what you wanted and you'll get at least 20 cocks shoved in your face.
Yet, I digress, Joey, that Joey, she ordered one of the evening's specials, she had a cocktail, I don't remember what, but it was black and at the bottom were three candy corns. She peered through her bangs, pupils swollen as hell, as we ignored every ass cheek that pranced by. Eventually I was rubbing her beautiful thigh. Off to the coke den, I mean bathroom, the bathroom attendant at the Cutting Room had been the same, since 2002, he always remembered me, I always gave him a dollar and he always offered me cologne, gum or a mint. I never took offense to that and being that he went on to become Akon, I doubt he took offense to only paying a dollar, the millions of times I frequented the bathroom at The Cutting Room.
That night, after a long conversation, that was full of innuendo and smiles, all the things a courting couple likes. I grabbed her hand and she called a taxi and she didn't let go, she held on as the taxi cab came to a stop. She was pulling me in.
"What's your address?" not asking because that's where we were going, she was asking because she wanted to know.
"529 Broome St." I said, "Between Thompson and Sullivan..."
"529 Broome St., between Thompson and Sullivan," she leaned forward telling the cab driver.
Now, the events that followed, Davis will never allow himself to type, but I will let you know that the peek did not actually come until about 4:00 PM the next day.
When Joey, my beautiful Joey, fulfilled a long unfulfilled fantasy of mine. She brought an ice cold Negro Modelo to me in the shower.
Then she joined me in the shower.
Then I fell out of the shower, taking the shower curtain with me and all...
It was Halloween night, neither of us were dressing up and we were at The Cutting Room one of my favorite bars (at the time) in New York City. I've actually heard that it's closed now, but the website proves otherwise. So we were those guys, the ones dressed normally on a night when all the girls were sluts for Halloween, there were enough sexy nurses, sexy cats and sexy axe murders to make a gentleman such as myself roll his eyes. YOU'RE TRYING TOO HARD! Repression leads to activities that often lead to regret, which more often than not leads to suicide. Which only really deals with you, so go ahead, be Avril Levigne circa 2003 minus the bra and I'll be sure at some point in the night to put the tie between my teeth and be that guy and take that picture. Seriously women, you want our attention, walk around with a feather all night, when people ask what you are, tell them that you're a fluffer, who works on a porn set. The attention earned will be exactly what you wanted and you'll get at least 20 cocks shoved in your face.
Yet, I digress, Joey, that Joey, she ordered one of the evening's specials, she had a cocktail, I don't remember what, but it was black and at the bottom were three candy corns. She peered through her bangs, pupils swollen as hell, as we ignored every ass cheek that pranced by. Eventually I was rubbing her beautiful thigh. Off to the coke den, I mean bathroom, the bathroom attendant at the Cutting Room had been the same, since 2002, he always remembered me, I always gave him a dollar and he always offered me cologne, gum or a mint. I never took offense to that and being that he went on to become Akon, I doubt he took offense to only paying a dollar, the millions of times I frequented the bathroom at The Cutting Room.
That night, after a long conversation, that was full of innuendo and smiles, all the things a courting couple likes. I grabbed her hand and she called a taxi and she didn't let go, she held on as the taxi cab came to a stop. She was pulling me in.
"What's your address?" not asking because that's where we were going, she was asking because she wanted to know.
"529 Broome St." I said, "Between Thompson and Sullivan..."
"529 Broome St., between Thompson and Sullivan," she leaned forward telling the cab driver.
Now, the events that followed, Davis will never allow himself to type, but I will let you know that the peek did not actually come until about 4:00 PM the next day.
When Joey, my beautiful Joey, fulfilled a long unfulfilled fantasy of mine. She brought an ice cold Negro Modelo to me in the shower.
Then she joined me in the shower.
Then I fell out of the shower, taking the shower curtain with me and all...
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